Corinne Bailey Rae

In the space of a few months, Corinne Bailey Rae burst onto the British music scene with the songs “Like a Star” and “Put Your Records On.”  Her 2006 debut album, Corinne Bailey Rae, helped her make name for herself in America as well as in England.

Corinne Bailey was born on February 26th, 1979, in Leeds, Yorkshire, England. Her mother is from Yorkshire, but her father is West Indian. She has two younger sisters. The Bailey household had little money for luxuries like trips or televisions, and the relationship between Corinne’s parents deteriorated during her childhood. Her parents finally divorced when she was fourteen. “I was relieved,” she later recalled, “because it took the tension out of the house.” Meanwhile, Corinne had already found a creative outlet in music. She had studied classical violin in school and sang in her Baptist church choir. Once she was in her teens, her church’s youth leader offered to buy Corinne an electric guitar and introduced her to Radiohead and Led Zeppelin. Soon Corinne was emulating girl bands like Veruca Salt and L7 and with some friends she formed her own band called Helen.

Corinne Bailey Rae

• Sean O'Hagan
• The Observer, Sunday 4 October 2009
• Article history

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In the summer of 2007, Corinne Bailey Rae headlined the Jazz World stage at the Glastonbury festival. It was a fitting finale to a whirlwind 18 months spent promoting her eponymous debut album. Released in February 2006, it became one of the pop soundtracks of the summer, reaching No 1 in Britain, gatecrashing the US charts at No 4, and selling nearly four million worldwide.

"I just ran off the stage and leapt in the air," she says of Glastonbury. "It was like, 'Yes! I've finished!' I'd had offers to do shows in Australia and Brazil, but I just wanted to draw a line on that record with the Glastonbury gig and move on."

Corinne went home to her house in Leeds and began writing songs, just her and her acoustic guitar. One of the first she finished was called The Sea, a powerful elucidation of loss that was based on a family story that had been passed down to her about her grandfather's death in a boating accident. It climaxes with the lines, "The sea, the majestic sea, breaks everything, cleans everything, crushed everything, takes everything from me."

She says now, "I don't know if there was something in the air or what, but the songs seemed different, a bit darker. With The Sea, I was just thinking about loss, about the impact losing your father would have on you as a child, how one event that big could colour your life, bleed into everything else and force you into a certain shape."

Another song she wrote around that time was called I'd Do it All Again. It was written after an argument with her husband, Jason Rae, a gifted jazz musician who often played saxophone in her band. It was a testimony to the strength of her love for him, a song about how nothing, not his restlessness or the occasional rows it precipitated, could ever make her question that love.

"It was written literally just after me and Jason had this massive disagreement, a big argument, a bad one," she says now, faltering. "Almost as he was leaving the room, I just sat down and wrote it. It's just about how I felt about him at that time. Even right in the middle of the worst times, I remember thinking that I would choose this exact life again, that I would do it all again. It was me saying, I'm not wishing myself out of this situation. I'm 100% committed to this person. I don't have any regrets about this relationship even though there are all these difficult times."

I'd Do it All Again begins: "Oh, you're searching for something I know won't make you happy/Oh, you're thirsting for something I know won't make you happy…". It sounds now like a plea, a calling-out to someone to accept the life they have been given. "I just wanted him to be content," she says.

She wrote I'd Do it All Again in January 2008, and "just kept on writing and trying out ideas". Then, on Saturday 22 March, she was in a taxi in Leeds when her phone rang. A voice she did not recognise said that it was the police, that they had been trying to contact her all day, and that they needed to speak to her in person.

"Life changes fast," writes Joan Didion in the opening lines of her extraordinary memoir of loss and grief, The Year of Magical Thinking. "Life changes in an instant." And this how it was for Corinne Bailey Rae when, on the side of a road on the outskirts of Leeds on an otherwise ordinary day, a female police officer told her that Jason had been found dead in a flat in the city.

"The police asked me to meet them at a certain place so the taxi had to do a U-turn and go back the way we came," she says now. "I always think of that moment when I had to turn back. My life was going in one direction, then, in an instant, it was turned around."

The coroner's report found that Jason Rae, aged 31, had died of an accidental overdose of methadone and alcohol. He had gone for a Friday night drink with an acquaintance, James Sheasby, in a pub in the Hyde Park area of Leeds and returned to Sheasby's house. Sheasby had left Jason asleep on the sofa when he had gone to bed in the early hours of Saturday and, when he got up late that afternoon, had been unable to wake him. Sheasby, a recovering heroin user, had been prescribed methadone as part of his rehabilitation and three empty bottles of the heroin substitute were found beside Jason Rae's body (police were happy that Sheasby had not given Rae the methadone, and that he had co-operated fully with their investigation). The coroner described Rae as "a naive user", which brought a strange kind of comfort to the young widow who was struggling to make sense of a death that seemed so random, so senseless.

"The word 'naive' jumped out at me," she says. "It's like Jase was playing with something he didn't know the consequences of. He was impulsive, I guess. He liked to have a drink, have fun. It could easily have turned out to be one of those stupid, drunken things you do that you get to talk about afterwards – 'You'd never guess what I did when I was pissed?' – that sort of thing. It's unbelievable that this one didn't turn out like that, that this was the drunken, curious thing that went wrong."

It's at the end of August, 2009, that I travel up to Manchester to meet Corinne in a small studio in the suburbs where she has tentatively re-started her recording career. In the front room of a detached house, and run by two local jazz musicians-cum-producers, John Ellis and Steve Brown, Limefield Studios is an intimate setting, cosy and overcrowded with equipment. This is where Corinne has been making her stalled second album, surrounded by a new bunch of musicians, many of whom she has known for years from Leeds's music scene.

"Most of it was done in this room in a circle," she says. "It's almost like we're playing live and there's a small audience. On the first album, it was me and a producer in a basement going though hundreds of snare drum sounds to find the right one. With a live band, you can stretch out more and try new things out without feeling you're having to undo this meticulously built-up track."

Corinne Bailey Rae: "I did nothing. I sat at my kitchen table for a year. Life drifted by." Photograph: Jake Walters

She leads me into what looks like a garden shed but is actually a booth for recording vocals. I listen, rapt, to a song called Closer, a slice of 70s-style soul-funk with shades of Curtis Mayfield. What is immediately apparent is that Corinne's voice has changed, deepened and become a more expressive, more expansive instrument. She sounds older, more confident and, at times, more beautifully world-weary. She is dressed casually but stylishly in a cashmere top, wide-cut serge sailor's trousers and designer pumps, and seems relaxed and welcoming. She has a surprisingly strong Leeds accent, slightly at odds with her singing voice, and can be quite feisty when talking about politics – she is a bit of an old-school leftie – and the state of British television. My immediate sense is of a grounded, articulate young woman who knows exactly what she wants and is trying through her music to find her way through a grief that threatened to capsize her and her career.

In the living room, she picks her way through guitars and amplifiers, and sits down at a piano in the corner with Steve Brown. As he plays a slow meditative melody, she sings I'd Do it All Again. It is breathtaking; sombre but defiant, and imbued with a whole other layer of meaning – and longing – since Jason's death. It feels almost as if I am listening in on someone singing to herself.

"A year ago I could not have imagined going out and playing these songs live," she says afterwards, "but now I'm looking forward to it. I want to play live as much as possible. I want to get to that place where it's just coming through. It's not a performance, it's not self-conscious, you're outside of time, outside of yourself."

Later, I tell her that the "before" songs have now come alive in a different way, maybe because she is singing differently, inhabiting the songs in a much more forceful way than before.

"They have," she says, "they definitely have. What surprises me most is how the songs I wrote before it happened resonate almost as much as the ones I wrote after. The circumstances have cast it all in a different light. It began as a 'before and after' record, but it's become an 'after' record."

Jason Rae and Corinne Bailey were married in 2001, when she was just 22. He was an Aberdonian living in Leeds and immersed in the city's jazz and soul scene. They had met when he came into a small jazz club in Leeds where she was a cloakroom attendant and started chatting her up. "He had that charismatic thing that you're kind of excited by and wary of," she says, smiling. "He was just so confident and funny, the life and soul of the party, a storyteller and a great musician."

Soon afterwards, at his insistence, she went to see his band, the Haggis Horns, supporting soul giant Maceo Parker. "I walked in while he was doing a solo and I was really blown away. He came out and gave me a Red Stripe, and that was it."

Jason Rae's influence on Corinne's musical development was equally dramatic. She had grown up in Leeds, the eldest of three daughters of an English mother and a Caribbean father, who separated when she was a child. At school, she studied classical piano for a time. Her mother, she says, "found religion when I was about 10, and I started singing in church". She describes it as "a nice, middle-class Baptist church in the mainly white suburb of Moortown". There, she was taught by youth leader Simon Hall, a maverick who encouraged the singing of Primal Scream songs, albeit rewritten, at worship alongside hymns. He also encouraged her to play guitar and write songs of her own.

"He was this radical, questioning guy who had studied philosophy and theology at Oxford and had a liberal and intellectual approach that I don't think the church was that keen on. But he was a big influence. He introduced me to Led Zeppelin and Radiohead and gave me the first Björk album."

At 15, in thrall to hardcore feminist rockers such as L7, Rae formed an all-female rock group, Helen. They played constantly on the local indie scene and were eventually signed to metal label Roadrunner. When Helen's bass player got pregnant and another member began to suffer from stage fright, they disbanded. By then, Corinne had met her manager, Bob Miller, a local businessman who kept insisting she should strike out on her own.

After taking a degree in English at Leeds University, she started working in the jazz club cloakroom, sometimes sitting in on vocals with the resident band. A whole new world of music was already opening up to her by the time Jason Rae walked into the club. "He was so knowledgable and generous," she says. "I suppose he was a bit of a jazz snob, but he was passionate about it. He had a huge record collection – hip-hop, soul, funk, jazz – all this extraordinary music that I suddenly had a way in to."

It was at Bob Miller's insistence, though, that she travelled to London in 2003 to sign a solo publishing deal and then record an album funded by a production company, Good Groove, run by Gary Davies, the former Radio 1 DJ. "Every record company had turned her down, bizarrely," he told Q magazine in 2007. "I would have remortgaged my house if I needed to; anything to get her heard."

The rest, as they say, is pop history. EMI bought that finished album, and, after the extraordinary success of her debut single Like a Star and its follow-up, the feelgood soul-pop anthem Put Your Records On, Corinne Bailey Rae became, alongside Amy Winehouse, the pop voice of 2006. That same year, she won best newcomer and best UK female at the Mobo Awards as well as best new act at both the Mojo and Q Awards. She also received three nominations at the Brits and another three at the Grammys.

"I remember going to Mary J Blige's party at the Grammys with Jason, really showbiz, really bling," she says, laughing. "We didn't know a single person there and then we saw this older guy beckoning us over to these stairs which led up to a roped-off area where all the stars were. It was Quincy Jones. He was really friendly. Jason and him just hit it off. They talked for ages, real jazz-buff talk about the time Quincy was in Lionel Hampton's band, all that kind of thing. Then I saw Quincy beckoning over his personal security and I thought, 'Oh no, what's he done?', but Quincy was telling them to give Jason his personal email; he wanted to keep in touch. Jason never emailed him, mind, but it was a great moment."

I ask if her success had complicated their relationship. She thinks for a moment. "No, except for the times we spent apart. That was hard and there was a sadness to it, the sadness of going away to America, or wherever, without him. Sometimes we had a horn section on tour and he came along if he didn't have his own commitments, and sometimes we didn't. I'd be excited about it all but also regretful too." She pauses for a moment. "In a way, there wasn't a lot for a musician like him to do. It didn't really stretch him enough, that kind of session work. He wanted more. And, besides, he didn't want to get noticed through me. No way."

At the time of his death, Jason was also playing in Mark Ronson's touring band. "He was an incredible dude," Ronson later wrote on his MySpace page, "a lovely gentle man, one of the funniest people ever, an obsessed early 90s hip-hop super-enthusiast, and one of the most amazing sax players I've ever had the pleasure of playing with."

Corinne descended into the kind of raw, bottomless grief that Joan Didion describes so unflinchingly in her memoir. The tabloid press wrote their usual slanted and sordid takes on her tragedy; the paparazzi congregated outside her door for a while and snapped her when she went walking alone on the moors near Otley. She remained oblivious, sealed off, unreachable.

For a long time, she continued to refer to her late husband in the present tense, seemingly unable to grasp that he was gone for ever. About three months after his death, she tried to record some of the songs she had written, even turning up at a studio to meet a producer. "I laugh now at how deluded I was," she says. "I felt like everything would somehow go back to normal if I got on with things but, in reality, I was still in shock."

Then came the strange inertia that grief instils in those left behind, the long, terrible numbness that is, in itself, a kind of death. "I didn't do anything for a year. I mean, nothing," she says, still sounding as if she can barely believe it. "Everyone was asking, 'What have you done?' But I had nothing to show them. I didn't go anywhere. I didn't write anything. I didn't work. I sat at my kitchen table for a whole year, people came and people went, life drifted by. It was just bleak. Bleak."

Did she think that she might give up music altogether? "I did think that I could never do this sort of thing again because if anyone asked me about Jason, I would just explode. For a long time, I didn't even try and write. It was just too big a thing, too raw. It was just too destructive to make anything creative out of. All I wanted to do was destroy things. And I'm really not that type so it was all these emotions that were totally alien to me. It was just a bleak, empty, hollow nothing."

Earlier this year, though, Corinne began tentatively recording again. She had started writing after playing a few low-key club gigs at the end of last year. The intimacy of that set-up had led her to Limefield Studios, where she has worked at her own pace for months now.

A few weeks after my studio visit, I go to Leeds to hear more almost finished songs from the as yet untitled work in progress that will become the second album. The Sea is a powerful, almost anthemic song that sounds unlike anything she has done before. Again, as you hear its repeated refrain – "goodbye paradise" – it is hard to believe it was written before Jason's death. (For some reason, maybe her soaring vocals, maybe the complex arrangement, I was reminded of Jeff Buckley.)

Most poignant of all, though, are a pair of songs written in the wake of her loss: the plaintive Are You Here? and the slow-burning I Would Like to Call it Beauty. The first is a love song, or, more precisely, a lost-love song. It begins, "He's a real live wire, he's the best of his kind, wait till you see those eyes!" When I ask her about it, she says, "I actually don't remember writing it. That was one of the songs that just came through. It was like I was wishing him here. It's a song about grief and loss and that's really what the whole record is about. It's like I want to tell people about this thing, this thing that I could not make sense of and could not find anything I could read, or listen to, that would help me make sense of."

I am struck again by the richness of her voice, still recognisable, but somehow altered. She sounds deeper and more nuanced, more like a jazz singer than a modern pop one. She has been listening, she says, to Curtis Mayfield's There's No Place Like America Today and Sly Stone's Fresh.

Nina Simone and Leonard Cohen have been echoing in her head, too. She went to see Cohen's Manchester show last year and says of his rendition of Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye that "it was good to be opened emotionally like that even in a public place with so many people around".

"The one thing I remember making an impact on me when I was just numb was this footage of Nina Simone from the Montreux Jazz festival singing Feelings. She takes this song that's become almost easy-listening and turns it into something so heavy. I watched it on my laptop about five days after it happened. She was just so vulnerable. I guess that's why I connected. She had an unbelievable life and it all seemed there in that song, the pain, the loss and regret, all of it. That was like a save-your-life performance."

It would seem that the effortless pop performer who soundtracked every TopShop in the land has, for the time being at least, gone. Anyone expecting the same kind of well-wrought, if hardly challenging, pop songs that made her debut such a big seller is in for quite a surprise. I'd hazard a guess that EMI are, too. In her place is a singer of immeasurably sad songs, someone who has transmuted her well of grief and anger into something beautiful and raw. "I definitely feel more serious," she says. "I feel more impassioned. I have total belief in these songs and when I sing them in front of people, I want to pass that on. I don't think there is anyone of my generation saying these things, singing about these things. And it happens, you know. It can happen to anyone at any time. I want to be out there on stage with my hands out going, does anyone else feel the same way? That's what it's about, too."

I ask her finally about the song that has been lingering most in my head. I Would Like to Call it Beauty was written for – and to – her late husband. It begins with the line, "Too young for death, we walk in shoes too big…". Is it a song about finding beauty even in the darkest times?

"Yeah, in a way it is. You find out there's a lot of beauty and grace even in the darkness. In the way people treat you, in nature, in the things you maybe took for granted. There is something miraculous that pushes you along, makes you keep going, makes you carry on. It's really about the mystery of that. In fact, the whole album is about that in a way; it's about loss but it's also about hope, about keeping going and trying to find that beauty." OMM

Corrine Bailey Rae The 50th Annual Grammy Awards held at the Staples Centre - Arrivals Los Angeles, California - 10.02.08 (WENN)

British soul singer CORINNE BAILEY RAE has returned to the recording studio for the first time since the tragic death of her musician husband last year (08).

Jason Rae, a member of superproducer Mark Ronson's band, died from an accidental drug overdose in March 2008.

The Put Your Records On hitmaker has shied away from the spotlight since the incident, but she recently stepped back into the studio to write some new music and admits her tracks are a lot darker than her previous work.

But singer/songwriter Bailey Rae admits she almost put down her pen for good because the pain of her loss was so unbearable.

She says, "I did think I could never do this sort of thing again, because if anyone asked me about Jason, I would just explode.

"For a long time, I didn't even try to write. It was just too big a thing, too raw."

Corinne Bailey Rae came close to making a breakthrough in the mid-1990s with her teenaged girl rock band, Helen, but when that fizzled she went to college instead.She attended the University of Leeds and earned a degree in English Literature.
 In spite of her academic accomplishments, Corinne never seemed to have music far from her mind. She began to pay her dues in the local Leeds music scene by collaborating with jazz artists. Out of those years of obscurity came her big break and now she’s basking in her greatest milestone yet, her number one debut "Corinne Bailey Rae".

The “Rae” in Corinne Bailey Rae is the surname of her husband, Jason Rae. Corinne has been married since 2001, and being attached naturally brings down her sex appeal, as she is unavailable. Corinne’s husband, a saxophonist, is also one of her backing musicians -- even on the road there’s little chance of Corinne being indiscreet. Nevertheless, Corinne’s sweet looks and sympathetic personality still make her quite attractive, even if we can only drool from afar. And Corinne’s life experiences have given her a mature outlook on love, which she also explores in her music. “Just because you love someone” she points out, “doesn’t mean everything’s happy-happy.”

Corinne found a creative outlet in music. She had studied classical violin in school and sang in her Baptist church choir. Once she was in her teens, her church’s youth leader offered to buy Corinne an electric guitar and introduced her to Radiohead and Led Zeppelin. Soon Corinne was emulating girl bands like Veruca Salt and L7 and with some friends she formed her own band called Helen.Corinne’s early girl rock band got signed.

Corinne’s development of a more soulful -- as opposed to rocking -- style continued. Over the next few years, she established herself in the Leeds music scene. She collaborated with local groups, New Mastersounds and Homecut Directive, gracing the songs “Your Love is Mine” and “Come the Revolution” with her vocals. But it wasn’t until 2005 when Corinne worked with Mark Hill, aka The stiX, on the track “Young and Foolish” that she began to get attention from major record companies.

Corinne is quite famous in Britain at the moment. The BBC News Sound of 2006 music industry poll ranked her as No. 1. Her appearances at SXSW and other American concerts, including a recent performance on The Tonight Show, are also getting her name out there. But Corrine will have to keep this publicity pace up for a while before her fame matches the hype that’s been spun about her.